The Rebirth of the National Goddess

As soon as this remark came out, except for Mo Zhixuan beside him who still had a calm expression, everyone else showed surprise on their faces.

Although this Zheng Chuyi failed to induce the dragon and phoenix to dance together just now, he did play the harp.

When Chu Jin said such words at this time, wasn't he slapping himself in the face in disguise?

Why was she so sure that Zheng Chuyi could no longer play the harp at this time?

Even Mrs. Mo, who has always been deep and deep, showed a complicated look on her face, not knowing what kind of medicine her future daughter-in-law was selling in her gourd.

Gan Mingxie also showed a playful look in his eyes, looking at the slender figure among the few people, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and a thick ink flashed in his eyes.

The smile on Zheng Chuyi's face became even more proud.

A layman is a layman, without any brains.

I really thought that I was the blood of the bathing fire. Without her, how could this layman be able to play the harp and lead the dragon and the phoenix to dance together!

I am the one who is the one with blood on fire!

A layman can only be a lowly layman forever.

A slave only fit to carry her shoes!

Zheng Chuyi raised her eyes to look at Chu Jin, and the corners of her mouth slightly raised a deep arc, "Miss Chu, are you sure?"

Chu Jin slightly raised his eyebrows, and there was no excessive emotion on Qing Juan's face, he just said in a flat tone, "It's hard to chase after a word."

Although the tone is light, it is loud.

"Brother Jin," Mo Qingyi tugged at the corner of Chu Jin's clothes uncomfortably, and said worriedly, "Don't be impulsive..."

"Don't worry, she no longer has the ability to play this ancient harp." Chu Jin's voice was not loud, but it just fell into the ears of everyone in the banquet hall.

The clear voice entered the ears of others, and it was a very pleasant voice.

To Zheng Chuyi and Jia Zhuo's ears, it was a bit harsh.

This lowly layman is too arrogant and arrogant!

How dare you utter such big words in front of a woman with blood on fire, the daughter of destiny!

Really overwhelmed!

"Oh," Jiazhuo snorted lightly, "Miss Chu, don't lie to yourself, I feel ashamed for you! You are just in the favor of sister Chu Yi, otherwise you would be so inferior because of your inferiority. Bloodlines, also delusional to be able to play this ancient harp! I really don’t know where the face comes from to say such words!”

In Jia Zhuo's view, the reason why Chu Jin was able to play this ancient harp was because of Zheng Chuyi's favor.

Because she, Tong Zhi, and Mo Qingyi played the harp before Zheng Chuyi played the harp, and only Chu Jin played the harp after Zheng Chuyi. It was Zheng Chuyi who had the aura of the Daughter of Destiny who was bathed in fire and made Chu Jin play the sound by accident.

She simply missed it, otherwise, how could a small ordinary person have such great ability?

How funny!

After all, there is no second Daughter of Destiny in this world who has the blood of the fire!

Therefore, Kajou is convinced of this point.

"Facts speak louder than words." Chu Jin glanced at Jia Zhuo faintly, speaking concisely.

Jia Zhuo narrowed his eyes slightly, his beautiful eyes were filled with ice-cold color, "Then you just wait to cry, this time, we will not let you go!"

Chu Jin curled her lips slightly. Compared with Jiazhuo's angry expression, the expression on her face can be said to be calm. Hearing this, she just dropped four words unhurriedly, "Wait and see."

Hearing this, Zheng Chuyi snorted coldly at first, her brows and eyes were full of disgust, "Then wait and see, I will say the same thing, I hope Miss Chu can recognize herself correctly by then, and don't go back on what she says. Do the villain's work!"

This time she won!

This layman is destined to be her slave!

"You should be the one who doesn't do villainous things!" Mo Qingyi glared at Zheng Chuyi, and said faintly, "I don't know which villain it was just now, where I dare not cry Signed!"

"You!" Zheng Chuyi bit her lip and glared at Mo Qingyi with deep anger on her face.

However, Mo Qingyi made a face at her, and said in a strange voice, "You villain who backtracks on his promises! Don't gamble if you can't afford it. It's embarrassing!"

Seeing that the war between the two was about to escalate, Jiazhuo quickly patted Zheng Chuyi on the back, "Okay, sister Chuyi, let's play the harp."

If Zheng Chuyi offended Mo Qingyi at this time, it would be of no benefit to Zheng Chuyi or to himself.

According to Brother Jiu's temperament, if he followed them back to the supernatural world, he would definitely not leave Mo Qingyi alone.

Although this layman's foundation is a bit weak, but with Brother Nine and Mrs. Mo's ability, it is not difficult to reverse the bloodline.

If this ninth brother becomes the master of the supernatural world, Mo Qingyi's status will definitely rise accordingly.

"Okay." Zheng Chuyi suppressed the anger on her face, and started to walk in the direction of Kong Hou. Anyway, the situation was about to reverse soon. At this time, how could she be angry with a layman!

Thinking that she would be able to trample this ignorant layman under his feet immediately, Zheng Chuyi's heart felt extremely happy!

Zheng Chuyi sat down in front of Kong Hou unhurriedly, gently caressed the strings with her ten fingers, and a faint curve was slowly drawn at the corners of her mouth.

This time, she must also lead the dragon and the phoenix to dance together!

Make everyone look at her with admiration!

She wanted everyone to know that she was the only daughter of destiny who was born in fire!

Peerless!

Almost everyone's eyes were on Zheng Chuyi, with expectations in their eyes.

Sensing the eyes of everyone, Zheng Chuyi's eyes became more smug.

Following Zheng Chuyi's movements, Jiazhuo's heart was lifted even more tightly. She looked at Zheng Chuyi motionlessly, and didn't even dare to blink her eyes, for fear of missing something.

Although she knew that Zheng Chuyi must be able to play the harp, she was still a little nervous at the moment.

But thinking that Zheng Chuyi will win a big victory in a while, leading to the dance of dragons and phoenixes, and making that lowly ordinary person bow his head and call him a slave, she feels very happy.

When the time comes, she must torture this lowly layman severely!

One second passed, two seconds passed, three seconds passed.

But apart from the slight breathing of everyone in the air, there was no other sound.

The smile on Zheng Chuyi's face couldn't hold on any longer, her heart became cold and panicked, even her fingertips were trembling slightly, and the cold sweat on her back broke out almost all of a sudden.

What exactly is going on?

Why did the strings of the zither, which were so soft just now that she plucked, become stiff now!

Even she can't shake half a point!

Attaching the fingers is like attaching to the tip of a knife, it is extremely cold, as if a force will cut the skin and break the bone.

what to do? What should we do now?

Zheng Chuyi's head was dizzy and heavy at the moment, and her heart was cold and cold, as if it was squeezed tightly, and it would not be able to beat in the next second.

"Sister Chu Yi," Jia Zhuo's proud voice sounded in the air at this time, "Sister Chu Yi, I know you are kind-hearted and don't want to argue with a person of low blood, but it's time like this, you don't care about it. You don't need to save her any face, hurry up and play the harp to attract dragons and phoenixes to dance together, otherwise, Miss Chu will never know how big the gap is between you and her!"

In Jia Zhuo's view, Zheng Chuyi has not played the konghou for a long time, it is entirely because he is kind-hearted and does not want to care about a low-level layman.

After all, this Zheng Chuyi was known for his kindness in the supernatural world.

Usually on the road, even an ant can't bear to step on it to death.

She is beautiful and kind-hearted, so Zheng Chuyi is very much loved by the people in the supernatural world.

Zheng Chuyi has almost become a role model for all women in the supernatural world to learn from.

Even, in order to imitate Zheng Chuyi, some people only wear red clothes all the year round.

"I think it's your sister Chu Yi, who can't play the harp now, Miss Jiazhuo, don't struggle to the death, the dead duck's mouth is stiff!" Mo Qingyi said gloatingly.

After being told the truth by Mo Qingyi, Zheng Chuyi's face turned paler, his whole body was dripping with cold sweat, his back felt chilly, and an ominous premonition flooded his whole body.

She didn't even know how it was going to end.

The ten fingers touching the strings of the piano didn't dare to move around, and kept doing this all the time, for fear of being seen by others.